Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Slaanesh's demonic army and the Emperor's cursed legion advanced towards Khorne's newly built smithy, and soon the warp echoed with the sound of clanking and shattering, as well as Khorne's angry roar.

It's another ordinary day in the warp.

Tzeentch released an eyeball in the palace where he programmed the Web of Destiny. Through the refraction and magnification of the infinite crystal, he could clearly see the battle between Emperor Slaanesh's coalition forces and Khorne.

Quack laughed twice, and the two laughters were clearly directed at two entities under the control of Tzeentch. As for who Tzeentch was laughing at, it was impossible to tell.

Travel through an ever-changing maze of palaces with no fixed structure. Tzeentch changes his body shape and appearance through layers of mirrors. If Slaanesh's body has the beauty of a creature, a mixed charm is released from the body. Then Tzeentch's form is pure change and chaos, never ending.

Tzeentch opened a lock, and when they were all opened, the locks merged into one, forming a new lock to seal a door.

Tzeentch was not bored, but rather enjoying it.

The lock disappears and the door opens. Tzeentch flew in and heard two voices talking in this prison of refracted light and countless reflections.

"How much is this?"

"Uh...is...is...2?"

"That's right!" There was unconcealable joy in his tone, as if pronouncing the number two was already an incredible feat.

"What about after 2? What's after 2?" came the urging voice, and Tzeentch huddled in the corner, secretly listening to the conversation.

"Uh...yes..." The honest voice of embarrassment echoed, and the small sound of painful swallowing was heard by Tzeentch. He also heard the sound of his brain working.

Most organisms with brains transmit information through electrochemical pulse connections through neurons or other receptors and effector cells.

It is impossible to graduate from a university where the violent mind-reading technique based on this principle was taught, and the minds of living beings can be read by listening to the movement of neurons transmitting messages.

In places where psychic energy flows slowly, this violent mind-reading technique comes in handy.

The brain's thinking is very complex, and the signals transmitted by neurons are also massive. However, Tzeentch could only hear a few signal transmission sounds just now.

This can't even be called thinking...

The honest voice came again, and he seemed to have an answer. In the anticipation of the other voice, he said, "I'm hungry."

"What? You just finished a meal! I caught nine Kronos cows for you! Now you tell me you are hungry!"

"How long has it been? I'm hungry."

The muttered curses overwhelmed the hunger and confusion in the honest voice. Tzeentch felt that it was time, so he came out of the corner and snorted softly.

A Tzeentch archdemon and an Ogryn sat face to face, and the walls were covered with various digital patterns demonstrating food.

The situation here looks like a kindergarten teacher teaching children. It is hard to imagine that there is such a place in the ever-changing Demonic Realm.

"Rokasna, haven't you completed the task I gave you?" Tzeentch spoke, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Luokasna bowed deeply to the transformation deity. His body was close to the ground, and the feathers all over his body were trembling.

"Give me another chance! I've already taught him how to count by 2! I'm about to teach him how to count by 3!"

Seeing the stupid Ogryn in a daze, Tzeentch just sighed secretly. I think he once tried to corrupt an Ogryn and show him infinite truth in his sleep.

Any mortal would go crazy in the endless changes of more than a hundred days, and Ogryn also learned to count from 1 to 6 under his guidance.

He remembered how the legion's commissar-general was so surprised that Ogryn could count to six that he sent it to the Ministry of War as a rare record, promoting it as a manifestation of the Emperor...

Tzeentch covered one of his torso's faces, wondering if he had gone too far in punishing Lokasna for teaching Ogryn how to count.

Raising his hand to dissipate Ogryn's soul, Tzeentch cleared his throat, and then asked Rokas to stand up, indicating that he had a task for him.

"Mission? I...I don't deserve it, principal...I don't deserve it..." Rokasna lowered his head and shook his head, saying that he was not talented enough and could not share the principal's worries.

Tzeentch looked at Rokasna's autistic look and knew that his confidence was hurt. But Rocasna is indeed a serious guy. Although Carlos is also very capable, that guy is too unstable. The more secure things are, the more he goes beyond the plan.

Tzeentch no longer wanted to write a plan for Carlos' plan, it would be too troublesome, especially the heated fight next door seriously interfered with his thinking.

"My good student, this mission is particularly simple. You will never fail."

"Absolutely?" Rokasna raised his head in surprise. He heard a word that Tzeentch demons would never talk about.

"You will not fail this time, and you cannot fail."

Tzeentch looked at Lokasna, snapped his fingers, and amidst the rising blue flames, an ancient scroll appeared in Tzeentch's hand.

"You are responsible for collecting a debt for me, and the deadline has expired."

Rokasna took the scroll from Tzeentch's hand, not daring to read what was written on it. He carefully rolled it up and waited for Tzeentch's next words.

Tzeentch was very satisfied with Rokasna's intelligence and honesty. He was tired of those pretentious and self-conscious guys. Whenever he listens to the prayers of these guys, Tzeentch always impatiently grants them the truth, and then watches the believers turn into twisted eggs of chaos.

He has only the puppets of fate under his command, not the master of fate.

Tzeentch's mind moved, and his words were transmitted into the body of Carlos the Fateweaver. This great demon is preaching in a religious world. He is immersed in books, compiling a scroll of scriptures originally called Praise to the Emperor, but actually Praise to Tzeentch.

"How are you preparing?"

"My master, everything is ready!" "My master, there is still a little bit left."

"Then let's begin."

"Yes, my master, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time." "No, my master, this moment is not yet perfect."

Tzeentch guides this power, and these powers that worship Tzeentch carry the flavor of the Emperor. Even the Emperor himself cannot distinguish the power of Tzeentch contained in them in time.

Without explanation, Tzeentch plucked Rokasnar's feathers and used these new powers to reshape his appearance.